homeland

My homeland is a sweeping gale

Thrashing waves of green and gold;

I see the endless plains below 

Which cruelly cut my arbor-soul.

I belong in ever-shade

Of splintered limbs and hissing leaves. 

My heart was left with evergreens

Within the sleeping trees.

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